Summary: Ink creates his own danger.

So much for a peaceful night.

That was the sole thought that ran through Blue's head when he stepped around the corner, prepared to deliver Dream his final stack of paperwork before turning in for the night, only to see Ink in front of the yellow-clad guardian's office door.

And, no, the other wasn't just standing there creeping like he had on numerous other occasions. He was physically leaning back against the hardwood surface, expression laden with faux fear as a relentless force pounded and attempted to push open the obstacle from the other side. All the while, vicious snarls and stray, sickly yellow tendrils snaked through its cracks.

The papers slipped from Blue's hands, scattering across the floor. He could feel the shockingly malleable bone of his face twist as his tiredness changed into bewilderment and worry.

Instantly, the Underswap Sans danced around the papery mess and rushed over to his friend, joining in on the effort to prevent whatever dwelled within Dream's office from escaping. His added weight on the door felt like it did little to nothing with how strong the creature inside pushed. And it's anger-fueled growls- a shudder ran down his spine.

They sounded even worse up close.

"Ink, what's going on?" He demanded.

"Nothing is going on; Everything's fine!" The artist claimed, batting away a tendril that wandered a little too close to his face. "Dreamy just didn't like the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I gave him, which is crazy because who doesn't like a good peanut butter and jelly sandwich!"

"Peanut butter and jelly sandwich..." Blue murmured. His eyelights drifted toward the dark window-lined hallway in front of them, sockets widening in realization. "Wait, what time is it?!"

Ink shrugged and pushed harder on the door with a huff as their opponent slowly began to overpower them. Thus, causing the door to creak open inch by inch.

"I hardly see what the time has to do with Dream's criminal hatred of PB and J." He grunted.

Blue ignored the comment and pulled an azure-cased touch-screen phone out of his pocket, activating the lock screen. It displayed the current hour along the top.

A sight which left the armor-clad skeleton gasping, "It's a quarter past midnight!"

"Alright? Why is that important again?"

"Because Dream turns into an even crankier version of his brother when he eats after twelve o'clock!"

"Oh... right. I forgot about that." The soulless guardian reached for one of the art tools on his belt. "I should write that down! It might be important in the future."

Blue quickly slapped the other's hand, causing it to retreat to its previous position. "No! Keep holding the door. I'm going to run down to the kitchen and get some apple juice to calm him down."

"Okay!" Ink chimed while Blue pocketed his phone and dashed off in the direction of the kitchens/nearest snack room.

The Underswap Sans barely made it into the adjacent hall when he heard his friend wonder aloud, "Huh... Why am I holding this door again- GAH!"

He wisely decided to hasten his pace.